Denim - The Roosters Still Win - (official music video) country rock

rock, Crunchy country-rock band, male vocals with a dry, storytelling drawl. Verses stay tight around twangy electric and brushed snare; choruses kick in with overdriven guitars, gang shouts, and stomps. Brief half-time bridge with a woozy barroom organ pad, then a noisy, chaotic outro where the band leans into stops and starts to match the slingshot mayhem., country, sleep:

[Verse 1]
First crow
3 a.m
Thought it was a car alarm in Spain
Stepped out in socks
Said
"Buddy
Hey
Could you keep ’em quiet till day?"
He just smiled
Shook his head
Half a sentence
Then he spread
Both his hands
Shrugged at the sky
"Is okay" was his only reply

[Chorus]
Those roosters
Count my bad ideas
Every crow digs deeper
Underneath my ears
Tried the law
Tried a prayer
Tried cheap gin
Shotgun dreams
Then the pellet gun sin
Now my walls got holes where my patience’s been
And the roosters
The roosters still win

[Verse 2]
Called City Hall
Pressed one
Pressed two
"Complain online
Sir
There’s a form for you"
Typed all caps till my laptop froze
They sent a link to the barking-dog code
Dark eyes
Dark mood
Five nights straight
Every crow a hammer on a cracked migraine
Stared at the closet
Saw that case
Heavy metal whisperin’ in my face

[Chorus]
Those roosters
Count my bad ideas
Every crow digs deeper
Underneath my ears
Loaded up rage
Then the guilt kicked in
Saw headlines framed with my tired grin
Locked it back down like original sin
But the roosters
The roosters still win

[Bridge]
Bought a pellet gun in a strip-mall shop (hey)
Clerk said
"For pests?" with a knowing nod
Shot one time
Hit the neighbor’s shed
Saw his baby’s trike where the BB went
Heart dropped harder than the ammo tin
Hands started shaking like cheap caffeine
Sold that thing in the parking lot
Went home haunted with an empty box

[Verse 3]
So I built a slingshot from a broken rake
Kitchen drawer full of marbles and mistakes
Took my aim at that red-feathered king
Pulled back hard
Let it all just sling
Missed the bird
Hit my own glass
Shower of shards on the sleeping cat
One wild shot
Then another wild bounce
Took the TV clean off the mount

[Chorus]
Those roosters
Count my bad ideas
Every crow digs deeper
Underneath my ears
Drywall craters
Shattered screen
Bills stacked up like a losing team
I wrecked my house trying to quiet them
But the roosters
The roosters still win

[Outro]
Now I wear earplugs and a crooked grin
Neighbor waves
His birds all sing
He says "Good day?" I say "Depends"
On how loud dawn is
My feathered friends
Alarm clock set
Never wakes me again
’Cause the birds beat time like a rusty tin
I lost sleep
Lost cash
Lost a piece of my grin
And the roosters
Oh the roosters still win (oh they still win)